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My mouth opens as I suck in a breath, and I lick my bottom lip as her back slightly arches off the bed. Color paints her cheeks, a sight I’d replay on an endless loop if I had the option.

Fisting my cock, I stroke myself and moan. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” she pants, her eyes locked on where I’m touching myself.

“You can do better than that. Try again.” My voice drops into an authoritative tone.

“I’m so close and so wet,” she says, trembling.

“Do you like what you see, baby girl?”

“Yes . . .”

She glides the toy down to her entrance and then back up to her clit.

Her pussy is swollen and ready for me. The toy glistens from her arousal, and my cock gets harder at the sight. Increasing the pressure around my length, I take my thumb and drag it between her folds.

With a groan, I bring my thumb to her lips. “Open your mouth.”

She obeys, and I place my thumb on her tongue. “Suck it.”

Closing her lips around my thumb, she sucks, and my cock flexes. The things this woman can do with her mouth are unbelievable.

She swipes her tongue over it and moans while her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“Like how you taste?” I growl, licking my lips.

Nodding, she kisses my thumb and moans. “Please, fuck me now.” Her tone is nearing desperation.

And fuck, the things it does to me.

“You want this?” I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock, putting it in only to remove it.

“Yes,” she pleads.

“Beg for it.”

“I need you to fuck me. Please, Theo.”

“Again, you want me to fuck you? Fucking beg for it.”

“Please, baby. Please, please,please.”

Lifting her legs, I press myself inside her, filling her in seconds. Her moan is music to my ears.

“You’re so wet,” I rasp in her ear. “Keep touching yourself. Don’t turn it off.”

“It’s too much,” she groans with a slight shake of her head.

“Be a good girl, Wren. You can take it.”

Arching back, I thrust in, increasing my speed as my own desire for pleasure overrides me. Each time I drive into her, she moans and increases her pace as she touches herself. The very sight is enough to make me come, but that can’t happen yet.

She’s so warm and tight. Her walls are sucking me off and pulsing from the vibrator. The sensation hits my balls, and a grunt frees itself from my chest.

“Fucking hell.”

“Theo,” Wren cries. “I can’t?—”

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